Paint

If I were to dip my hand into the very core of your existence and reach into your soul, I would imagine that once I pulled it out, it would coat my hand in colours of which I have never seen before;

and I would stare in wonder at the odd hues of that which trace the outlines of my hand.

I have never seen anything more beautiful than one's bare soul.

And the only thought that still tugs at my mind now and again when I look at you is this:

How can someone have such a beautiful soul and not know it?